Zombie Apocalypse (roleplay)

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    • *after bandaging what could be bandaged, sit on a motorbike and drive off throwing a couple of improvised home made bombs that contained glass and metal shards between motorbike and zombies. It held long enough before I was able to escape. Drive through the main road that was somewhat already cleaned out and leave motorbike in a closed up building court yard* That should do it. *whistle and take bags before moving towards the building's entrance* Huh? What the... *stop whistling and lay low when noticing pew people not so far away. The girl was sobbing over someone who was clearly very important to her. Frown and mumble for myself* It's crappy, I know girl. *not wanting to risk any more wounds, due to not being sure weather they were outcasts or not, sneak towards the entrance and get into the building closing the doors*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • "Yeah, now whenever you're done, sweet-cheeks, we can move this show along? I can almost hear the zed getting closer, all the gunfire's just attracting them."
      Kor said heartlessly, and mentioning nothing of the motorbike he heard earlier.

      He strained his keen ears, and was rewarded with the sound of a door closing, and he swore he heard muttering beforehand. It was very faint, though, and he doubted the others heard it. Hell, he might even have been imagining it.
      "I'm taking a look around, be ready to move when I get back."
      Reloading his beretta with his last full magazine, he began to investigate his surrounding area, straining his unusually keen ears even further to detect the smallest of sounds. A difficult feat, considering the distant sounds of gunfire, but not entirely impossible.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • *climb the stairs all the way to the abandoned apartment placed in the attic area of the building. Close the door humming a song and sit down throwing bags on the bed* Alright, let's see... *pull down the bandage that was just wrapped around to prevent more dirt from going inside the wound and now it needed to be changed* Deep, but not too bad I guess. *take out the alcohol and stitching surgeon tool* Here we go girl... *start stitching it up in enduring the pain* Almost there.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • OOC: The "stitching surgeon tool" is called a Suture. Now you know. (And knowing is half the battle!)

      IC: Kor stepped inside the building, an incredibly faint creaking was heard as he shut the door behind him.
      His heart was racing. So many things could go wrong.

      He then began to hear humming, and the sounds of something dropped onto a bed.
      Female, definitely.
      The hooded man thought as he climbed the stairs upward.

      He reached the top without incident, and found himself at a door. An odd scent lingered in the air, one that Kor usually associated with hospitals and medical... stuff.
      He considered barging in, gun drawn, but... It was a woman in there. He knew just enough about the mysteries of the opposite gender to know that one does not simply barge into their room.

      Because, with murphy's law, they were sure to throw something at you because they were in some state of nudity. It's worse if they have guns. It woildn't be worth it, he didn't want to risk that chance and get shot.

      Instead, Kor decided to play the gentleman, politely knocking on the door, three times, to signal his presence. He then took cover beside the doorway, just in case this woman tried to shoot him through the door.
      He already had one bleeding hole, he didn't need more.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • Ooc: Yes! Thank you! I started bashing my head against the table for I had no god damn idea what was that word again - 3 -

      Ic:
      *stop in the middle of stitching and raise head hearing knocks* Crap... *sigh knowing I was already heard and stand up leaving needle hanging, planning on finishing it after dealing with the intruder* Alright. *stand up and raise gun towards the door* Identify yourself. *frown* You knocked meaningfully so you're not a zombie and if you're one of those outcast sons of bitch I swear I will treat you with the headshot straight through these god damn doors. I thought I got rid all of you on this area. *wait* Well?
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • Kor rolled his eyes skyward.
      "If I was bandit scum, I would've barged in, pointing a gun at you."

      He had grinned to himself.
      "Besides, I'm nowhere near the door right this second."
      A slight exaggeration, but it works.

      "Kor, by the way, pleased to meet you. And your name is...?"

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • *chuckle wisely* Don't play all smart on me. The biggest gentleman just might happen to be the biggest scum in a time like this. Besides... *step closer and unlock the doors* How dumb you think I am? *step away and stand on a same primal spot holding gun* And for the love of sanity, if you came here to chit chat, then you better chit chat to my god damn face instead of through the doors. *ordering voice* Get your ass in here. But no funny business. *hold gun up prepared for anything*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • Stepping inside the room, Kor slowly placed his pistol on the floor, and slid it towards the woman.
      "There. No funny business. Now we can, as you say, chit-chat."

      His gaze shifted to the medical tools on the bed, unconsciously remembering his shoulder and wincing from the pain that still remained as his blood started to stain the hoodie.
      "I've yet to hear a name, you know."

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • *still holding gun, pick up his and put it behind the belt* And you will...soon enough... *without asking step closer and search him making sure he's clean. After making sure put the gun away and step back* Very well. Just call me CJ. *salute and sit on a bed continuing the stitching* Fine, now that I got your gun and we got to know each other and stuff...get to the point... *glare at him strictly* What the hell are you doing here, and what do you want? *notice his wound* Except desperately in need of patching up.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • "Me? I'm just seeing if you were a threat, and, well, need a bandage, of course."
      Kor was completely aware of the fact he still had one last firebomb.
      Though, he'd surely be shot down before getting the chance to use it if this conversation went down shit creek.

      "I'm part of a small group of survivors, I guess. They haven't shot me, anyway. Stabbed, yes, and that was my fault. While I'm here, I'm going to ask a question you already know I'm going to ask by now. Will you join us? If nothing else, wouldja toss me a bandage, at least?"

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • *chuckle finishing up the stitches* Oh, I am threat alright. It just depends on the other person's approach. *smirk almost able to feel his brain working like crazy. Take out one bandage roll and roll it over the stitched wound* If they haven't shot you yet, then you're good. *smile lightly* Join you? That's cute. *stand up* To join you because you need me? Or to join you because you think I might need you? *throw him a packed bandage* And fix that up, it will get infected. You can use alcohol if you need it.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • "Can I say both? After all, you must have heard the gunfire earlier, we've had a bit of trouble with local bandits. Some idiot named Erathur stirred them up. You're military, correct? Then your assistance will help us out a lot. Plus, nobody survives very long on their own. At least not without going crazy."
      He caught the bandage with ease.
      "Much obliged. I'll be right back."

      He took the alcohol, and went right out the door, and into the nearest bathroom. Only then did he take off the hoodie. He poured a small amount of the alcohol into the cap, and poured that into his wound, hissing a bit from the stinging pain it caused.
      Finishing that, he immediately wrapped the bandage around his shoulder.

      He happened to catch a glimpse of his own face in the mirror.
      "They never have to know..."
      He said to himself, pulling on his black hoodie, and hiding his face from the world again.

      [OOC: Confused? Good.]

      "Toldja I'd be back."
      Said Kor as he returned to CJ's room.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • Ooc: Aw, that furry is so adorable :3

      Ic:
      Tcheh...heard it? You glued dozens of those brainless dead walkers on my ass because of your "happy-go-lucky" shooting party. Good thing I was indoors or that would be bad. And yes I am military. "Was", to be precise. *narrow eyes after Kor went out* Strange guy. But still... *take of gun holders and get more comfortable stretching out. Turn around when Kor came back* Your friends down there still need help. It is not smart of you to leave your comrades behind, no matter how weird and random they seem to be. *sigh* Fine. Is there anyone that needs any medical help?
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • OOC: "Gun holders"? You mean "Holsters", right?

      IC: "They can handle themselves, but there's this one guy with us. I... Kind of shot him. He tried to shoot me with an empty gun when we first met, I acted on reflex and hit him in the shoulder, so..."
      If CJ could've seen his face, she'd have seen Kor smiling sheepishly.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • Ooc: Oh come on leave it be, I like it complicated :3 shhhh don't ask...

      Ic:
      *chuckle at first then burst out laughing* Are you serious? God, you all are something. *chuckle more and sigh* Fine, fine. That should be fixed as well. I suppose he is down there with the rest of your group?
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!